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  "What is that sound?" my mother asks.

  "Nothing... ugh," I moan, then bite on my lip as I right myself on the desk. Oh God, I'm so close. My pussy is tightening more and more around him, swelling as his thrusts get more frequent and more urgent. I know he's about to come and it pushes me closer and closer to the edge.

  "Are you coming down with something?" my mother asks. "We have a family interview scheduled after July fourth, so if you need to see Dr. Greene, make sure you see him."

  "I think I am... oh God, I think I am... coming..." I blurt out the words as my orgasm overtakes me like a freight train. I grip the sides of the desk, biting my tongue – literally - as I climax right here in the office with my assistant just outside, and my mother, the First Lady of the United States, on speakerphone. I gulp big breaths of air, gasping as I try to maintain control even through the haze of my orgasm, trying to finish the sentence so it's not completely nonsensical. "I am coming… down with something."

  Aiden pulls out, spinning me around and shoving me hard up against the desk, the edge of the top pushing against my ass cheeks. He yanks off the condom, dropping it on the floor. His eyes never leave mine as he strokes himself furiously.

  "You'll need a boyfriend for the interview," my mother says. "They're already vetted. They're all appropriate."

  "Appropriate," whispers Aiden. "Fuck appropriate."

  "What was that?" my mother asks. "Did you say something?"

  "I said I don't know about that," I say, pausing as Aiden narrows his eyes, his expression dark. Then he comes. I lean against the desk with my legs spread for him, my panties stuck around my thighs as Aiden Jackson comes on my pussy. I watch in fascination as my mother keeps talking, the First Lady of the United States providing the shrill, judgmental background noise for Aiden defacing me with his cum. It drips from his cock as he rubs the head of his cock over my clit, sliding to the entrance of my pussy, cum still dripping from the tip.

  "Then I'll choose," my mother snaps.

  "I'm not discussing this now," I say, cutting her off.

  "Don't think this is the last conversation we're going to have about this, Grace Monroe.”

  I cough loudly. "Oh, God, my throat is just so sore. I'm going to have to go, now." I pause for a second, about to rebel again. "Mom."

  "Grace, I've told you a thousand times not to call me that. What on earth has gotten into you- ”

  I fake a sneeze and hang up the phone.

  Holy shit. I just hung up the phone on my mother. The First Lady.

  I've never done something so irresponsible.

  My hand goes to my mouth. "I can't believe I did that.”

  "Fuck me while your mother was talking to you?" Aiden grins broadly.

  "That too," I say, gasping. Oh God, I did. I fucked him while talking to my mother. What the hell is wrong with me? "Hang up on her."

  "You really are the most straight-laced little thing," Aiden says, grinning as he pulls my panties onto my pussy, still covered in his and Noah's cum.

  "Shut up." That's the wittiest I can be after all of that.

  "So about those files… " Aiden says, his expression intense.

  I roll my eyes. "She's trying to set me up."

  "You'll need to tell them no," Aiden growls, drawing me tight against him. He's warm and when he wraps his arms around me, I feel safe and insulated from everything outside of us.

  "Why?" I ask. "Are you jealous, Aiden Jackson?"

  "You're damn right I am," he growls. "And so will Noah will be too if he finds out. We said you were ours and we meant it." He pulls away from me, reaching for my skirt and straightening it. "And think about that when you're wearing those cum-soaked panties today. I want you to walk around smelling like sex. Smelling like us."

  "That's… disgusting," I whisper. It is disgusting. So why does the thought of walking around with them between my legs the rest of the day, sitting in meetings reeking of sex and them, make me wet?

  33

  Aiden

  “You went to Noah’s ranch with Grace Sullivan and you didn’t even tell me?” Annie squeals. I hold the phone away from me because she’s so loud.

  “I didn’t tell you because it wasn’t a big deal,” I lie. It was a very big deal. “It was this charity thing and - ”

  “I’m a poly-sci major, Noah! You hung out with the daughter of the President and that’s not a big deal to you?”

  “Say something,” I mouth, glaring at Noah and pointing toward the phone.

  Noah shrugs. “We didn’t really hang out with her that much.”

  Technically, that’s true. We didn’t hang-out at the ranch as much as we did fuck her. And cuddle with her. And fuck her some more.

  And then we came back to the “real world”, back to our regular lives in Denver, back to Noah’s new neighborhood and the place where Grace Sullivan is his next-door neighbor. The same neighbor we can’t seem to stop “meeting with” at our house or hers - that's the obviously bullshit excuse she gives her security detail. The same neighbor that I fucked while she was on the phone with the First Lady.

  We definitely didn’t just “hang out” with her.

  “So are you friends, then?” Annie asks.

  Noah and I are silent for a moment too long. What the hell are we? “Yeah, I guess,” I say, trying to sound casual. Except we’re not just friends.

  I don't want to let this girl out of our bed. Even more, I’m starting to really like having her around. That’s something I’ve never been able to say about a woman before.

  “We hardly know her,” Noah says. “Sorry to disappoint you.”

  “I mean, she’s Noah’s neighbor, so really that’s all- ”

  “She’s your neighbor?” Annie asks. “You guys don’t tell me anything. Oh my God, you should ask her to come to the Fourth of July celebration!”

  “Banana, that’s not happening,” I start before Noah chimes in.

  “Grace isn’t going to want to come to West Bend for the Fourth of July,” Noah says firmly.

  “Why not?” Annie asks. “Wait. You call her Grace?”

  “That’s her name,” Noah answers. "What else am I supposed to call her? Her Royal Highness? She's a regular person, Annie."

  “She’s also the President’s daughter,” I say. “I’m sure she goes to the White House for the Fourth of July.”

  “Well maybe if you asked her… ” Annie suggests.

  “Didn’t you just hear us say we’re not friends with her? We’re acquaintances.”

  Acquaintances. I’m the biggest fucking liar in the world.

  “We barely know her,” Noah chimes in again.

  We’re both liars - the worst liars ever.

  Annie sighs heavily. “Fine. But both of you are going to come, right? It’s my going-away dinner, too, remember?”

  “Obviously, we’re not going to miss it. What kind of big brother would I be if I missed that?”

  “You better not, A-hole. Because I’m GOING TO EUROPE!” She screams the last part, her voice echoing through the entire downstairs.

  “Thanks for blowing out my eardrums, Banannie.”

  “Anytime.”

  After I hang up the phone, I look at Noah. “I’m sure Grace goes to the White House for July Fourth.”

  He shrugs. “Annie has a point. We could ask her.”

  “And what, bring her to West Bend? 'Hey mom, this is the girl that Aiden and I are fucking in his house at the same time. We thought you might want to meet her.'"

  Noah rolls his eyes. “That’s not exactly what I was picturing.”

  “It’s West Bend. No one can keep a damn secret in that town and all three of us need to keep this a secret. Hell, you’re in the middle of negotiations. If anything like this came out, it would ruin us. More importantly, it would ruin her."

  “We’re neighbors,” Noah reminds me, distracted by whatever he’s reading on his tablet. “There’s no reason to pretend we don’t know her. I’m sure she could come up with a